A Ghost Story Unfolds: The Cannon Fodder Went Mad by Burning Ghost Money

Chapter 47 Who Am I? 46In the stairwell of the apartment building.

Wang Min held the heart. She was slightly nervous, turning her head slightly to look at Lin Xiangjun, seemingly seeking some comfort.

Lin Xiangjun looked at her with an encouraging gaze.

”Master, I am a bit...”

Lin Xiangjun patted Wang Min’s shoulder and encouraged her: ”Don’t be afraid. You just need to stand at the entrance of the apartment building, right here. Take one step back and you’ll be out. No matter how fast that weird thing is, it won’t be able to hurt you in time.”

”If you get hurt, here, I have a handful of paper figurine cards. You can pick whichever body you like. We women keep our word; you can go with peace of mind!”

It was unclear which sentence had the effect, but Wang Min’s eyes became firm. She looked at the apartment building door with the resolve of someone facing death, carrying the aura of someone about to climb a mountain of blades or descend into a sea of fire, pushed open the door, and strode inside.

What she held in her hand was the flesh and blood of the Instance Master.

The flesh and blood of the Instance Master contained the Instance Master’s power, rich in ghostly energy, making it an excellent tonic for weird things.

How nourishing?

As nourishing as Tang Seng’s hemorrhoids would be to the Black Mountain Demon.

Don’t ask why it’s hemorrhoids and not foot skin. Hemorrhoids at least have some meat; foot skin is just pure skin flakes, and if you cut it, not even blood would come out. You can’t just brush people off like that.

Just like Tang Seng’s meat is to demons—demons who eat Tang Seng’s meat can attain immortality and ascend to become immortals—weird things that eat the flesh and blood of an Instance Master will have their own abilities significantly enhanced.

Weird things all admire strength.

There are many ways to divide the areas of the weird world, but the most authoritative method is to divide them by inside and outside the instance.

Inside an instance, it’s no different from the human world; there are rules and order. Weird things cannot casually harm people, nor can they casually harm other weird things. There is basic security for oneself, but relatively speaking, strength growth is also very limited, after all, weird things as creatures rely on devouring to become stronger.

Outside the instance is total chaos; it is entirely a matter of whoever has the harder fist makes the rules. It is common for a perfectly fine weird thing to be eaten by another weird thing while walking on the road. No weird thing thinks there is a problem with this; the weak deserve to die.

Weird things flock to the flesh and blood of an Instance Master, and an Instance Master cannot just sit and wait for death, waiting for weird things to pounce and devour his flesh and blood.

Under normal circumstances, an Instance Master does not need to worry about turmoil among the weird things in the instance. Their own strength is not weak, and as the instance is their territory, they will not leave behind dangerous elements that pose a threat to them.

Even if a weird thing, through devouring players and underworld currency, becomes powerful enough that Qin Jianyuan feels his status is threatened, he will deal with it before the other party becomes troublesome.

The only variable is an outsider.

Wang Min weighed the flesh and blood in her hand.

No weird thing can resist the temptation of this piece of meat, she was certain.

Especially when her footsteps stepped into the stairwell, a cold, rustling wind hit her face.

Wang Min made a prompt decision to step back, but the apartment building door opened inward. She had only taken one step back when her back pressed against the apartment building door, and a huge force pushed her inside.

Dammit!

Wang Min subconsciously stuffed the heart into her arms, crouched down on the spot, wrapped her hands around her thighs, curled herself into a ball, and firmly protected the heart against her stomach.

She had to protect this heart well.

This was the first time the Master had entrusted such a heavyweight task to her; she absolutely could not mess it up!

If a body is broken, you can go to a paper craft shop to repair it. If it doesn’t work, there are new ones to change into. If a good one isn’t available, a slightly worse one is always there. But if you mess this up and lose the Master’s trust, you still want to change to a new body? If you don’t starve to death, you’re lucky!

The Stair Ghost had already made up his mind the moment he rushed out.

He had been looking for these limbs for more than ten days but had found nothing. Clearly, these limbs had been forcibly hidden by the Instance Master in violation of the rules. Now that they suddenly appeared, if it wasn’t a bait trap, he, the Instance Master of a four-star instance, would immediately abdicate and yield the position.

Yes, the Stair Ghost was the Instance Master of a four-star instance.

His strength was formidable. Even if he only released a clone equivalent to one-tenth of his strength to guard his own instance—which was the Stair Ghost—under the disadvantage of being away from home, it was a terror that Qin Jianyuan could not face directly.

He could only avoid being devoured by hiding his own body.

Qin Jianyuan did not understand why his broken little instance would attract a big shot like the Stair Ghost.

If the two-star instance Qin Jianyuan was in were compared to a dog, a one-star instance would be a chicken, the power of a three-star instance would be roughly equivalent to a lone wolf, a four-star instance would be a tiger in its prime, and a five-star instance would be an elephant.

The gap in strength was that large.

Generally, at the status of a four-star instance, an Instance Master would not easily attempt to annex other instances. Low-level instances are of no great use when eaten, high-level five-star instances are just suicide to go to, and as for same-level four-star instances, even if one could successfully devour them, one would end up covered in injuries and then be taken advantage of by other four-star instances watching like tigers eyeing their prey.

Therefore, Qin Jianyuan couldn’t figure out why he had been targeted by the Stair Ghost, no matter how much he racked his brain.

A tiger in its prime suddenly goes crazy and wants to dig up an anthill to eat ants; isn’t that absurd? You could hollow out the anthill and still not be full. You work for a long time and end up owing two hundred calories; what’s the point? Just to taste something new?

Only the Stair Ghost himself knew that he was not here for Qin Jianyuan’s broken little instance at all. This broken little instance was just an appetizer, like a carrot garnish next to a main course.

His real target was Lin Xiangjun.

To be precise, it was the mountain-like and sea-like wealth on Lin Xiangjun that made weird things jealous—underworld currency that couldn’t be spent in a lifetime, items, and paper figures.

The Stair Ghost came from an instance called Money, Money, Money.

Among all the Instance Masters of four-star instances, his strength was average. He usually didn’t have any hobbies of challenging or expanding territory, and he could be considered a little invisible in the four-star instances.

But this invisible figure had a special ability—he could perceive the amount of wealth a person had on them.

You could tell he loved money from the name of the instance, so it wasn’t strange that he had this ability. Moreover, this ability was a passive skill and had no attack or defense capabilities, so it wasn’t of much use usually.

He himself had never thought about what this skill was useful for, at most it allowed him to judge whether those entering the instance were rich people or poor ghosts.

For rich people, he would squeeze out all their assets, making them penniless poor ghosts when they left the instance.

As for poor ghosts, they had no oil to squeeze. Most of them stayed in the instance to work for him for a lifetime because they couldn’t afford to pay the fines, and a small number of smart ones came with nothing and left with nothing.

It was a pity that the instance had just descended into this world. According to past experience, in the first month, only one-star and two-star instances were actively opened. Four-star instances like his still required players to actively choose whether to enter.

Except for a few idiots who thought they were the protagonists, no one came in.

Those who did come in were all poor ghosts; it was very boring.

The Stair Ghost was already prepared to sleep for a month, but who knew that just as the weird world descended, he smelled an exceptionally fragrant scent.

His eyes suddenly lit up.

It was money!